Post by AmyOphelia on Feb 28, 2009 19:29:38 GMT -7
◙ The Basics ◙
Full Name: Marie Anne Longmire
Nickname: Marie
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Occupation: Ballerina and Dance Instructor in the Queens Ballet Assosiation
Appearance or Picture: Marie has a ballerina figure, meaning she's flat all over. Her hair is dyed blonde and naturally a weird wave kind of shape, but she usually curls or straightens it. She is about 5'8" and quite pale.
◙ A Bit More ◙
Personality and Quirks: Marie tends to be a take-control, assertive person. She likes to control things and be the leader, and it drives her crazy to have to answer to someone else. In a way, she's a spoiled prima donna. Otherwise, she loves to party and have fun as well as spa days and reading while in the bath. Even though she doesn't usually act like it, she's quite smart and talented, and she even attended Juilliard for three semesters until she ran out of money for tuition. She doesn't like waiting, wasting time, or doing nothing. Underneath it all, she's a big nerd with glasses (when her contacts aren't in) who loves to read. She is really good at keeping her cool under pressure.
Interests and Skills: She is interested in dance of all forms, her favorite being ballet. She is very physically strong and fit. Also she likes getting wasted, roses, and hip hop music. Her skills are ballet. She is very calm when it's needed most.
Fears: Marie is terrified of the dark. She has been ever since she was a kid. She is also terrified of drowning and being buried alive.
History: Born into low-class New York City, Marie didn't have a very privelidged childhood. Her mother and father were estranged but not divorced, and she lived with her mother for most of the time. Marie's passion was dance, so her mother, a dancer herself, managed to get together the money that Marie needed to take various dance lessons from the age of seven. She quickly became very good, as she was determined. She dreamed of playing the part of the Sugarplum Fairy in The Nutcracker. Because of her dedication, she wasn't interested in much else. She didn't have very many friends, so she hung out mostly with the nerd crew. Her senior year of high school, she was accepted into Juilliard due to her acceptional marks and great skill. In her third semester, she ran out of money for tuition, so she moved to Queens to attend a dance school there. She graduated with honors and now performs with the Queens Ballet Association and teaches elementary to high school aged kids ballet.
◙ You ◙
You Can Call Me: Amy
I've Been Roleplaying For: A few years
Roleplay Sample: From the staircase leading up to the main entrance of the school, Abel attempted to paint the snowy landscape and its backdrop of snow-covered trees for his Art class. It was due the next day, and he was to paint the area surrounding the school. How wonderful that he had chosen to procrastinate until it had snowed. He was rapidly discovering how difficult it was to paint an all-white picture without making the canvas seem blank. That would go over well with his teacher.
With a grin he remembered that it was the full moon soon. If the snow didn't melt, his werewolf friends would have a hard time escaping into the forest without leaving footprints. In that way, snow was the only thing keeping the werewolves from feeding; how ironic that they only place people were safe from the beasts was in the school where they roamed free. A death in the school would mean it, as well as New Evanston, would shut down, ruining the monsters' futures: not just the werewolves but the vampires and demons too.
His mind snapped back to his painting. Realizing he had spilled blue paint all over his picture, he cursed loudly before realizing that a hint of blue would make the snow look like, well, snow. However, he cursed loudly again when he realized he had no more blue paint left, for it was all over his canvas and the snow around him.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of laughter taunting someone. The laughter had that ringing sense of sarcasm and general unfairness. Seeing an opportunity for a break from his painting, Abel stood up and looked around the corner. He smiled when he saw who was being taunted- a member of that damn "Witch Hunter" club. Oh how the skeptics amused him with their absolute conviction in the idea that monsters did not exist. They were the kind that were targeted first since they posed the least threat. Come to think of it, it had been a while since Abel had had anything to drink...
His mouth twitched as he saw Regan, who he had known through his Art III class, tilt her head back and stare at the sky. Why didn't it bother her? It would definately bother him if someone was mocking his beliefs. Passive was not his style. Then again, these were the things that made them so different, prevented them from becoming friends.
As the two jerks prodded on, Abel stepped in. "Is she talking her nonsense about the vampires again?" he asked, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "You know they're not real. It's just gross that something would want to suck blood out of someone else."
He laughed inside. To everyone, he was just another skeptic.
